Knowing Me...

Some people that know me know this: I love rules. I actually do. I don't like stupid rules, and I don't particularly like rules that other people make. But I do like my rules. I make rules for myself about a lot of things.

Examples?
If I think I'm reading more than I should, maybe for two weeks I can only read two chapters a day.
Another? I have to visually see my keys (in purse or hand) before locking my car. (Some of these rules are useful you know!)

Well I also have a blogging rule. Once I "publish" something I cannot edit it. That means, my misspellings, typos, uses of wrong words, wretched sentences... all of it, stays.

When I read over something I've written, I get to laugh rather than edit. And that's a wonderful thing.

Pictures Finally!

This is not modern art. These are pages I needed for my class. The printer threw a fit and crumpled page, after page. 

The good news: I have an iron!

(Did you know that the letters that have been printed on the page can get ironed off?)

She Hearts It

My sister, Lis, has started blogging for a review site again, called sheheartsit.com. They'll be reviewing all sorts of products - from humidifiers - to kids play things - to makeup etc. To all you mom readers {cough, cough. I know I don't have many of you!} go check it out.
If you aren't a mom reader - you can still check it out. There are some great products that non-moms would love too.

What Does It Mean?

When a man says "I'm keeping my options open." when he speaks about women - what do you think it means?

Babies and Thoughts

I finally uploaded my camera software onto my computer. I promised someone that after I did that I'd start posting pictures.

That means this should have a picture - but I've only got one of the baby I'm thinking of - and I don't know that I'm allowed to share it. (You know, I'm not even in the photo.)

The point of this post really, is that my sister had her baby (All 11lbs. of him!!) this afternoon. Everyone is healthy and happy. He's beautiful. One HUGE child.

I wanted to share it with someone. I wanted to have a friend that lived close enough that I could run over and hug someone and jump up and down or something. But I don't - yet.

Ahh, maybe someday soon.

Movie Ideas Needed

This is a request. I need to come up with some movie ideas for a group I'm in. The movies can be about anything, but need to have some element worthy of discussion. If you've got any ideas, please, please!, leave the title. I'm pretty much the worst movie picker I've ever known. Perhaps with your help this group won't find that out. Thank you!

Wind and The Window Flower by Robert Frost

Growing up I loved real things. Things that made sense - were clear - could happen. Fairy tales were hard to understand, and completely unbelievable. And I didn't like them. Science Fiction - even worse! I was allowed to read whatever I liked, and that resulted in reading some very silly books, and skipping some others that would have done me good.

It also resulted in a deep love and connection to reading, which I treasure today. So I'm not complaining a bit. I'm very thankful for the encouragement I was given to read, read, read.

One of the interesting things that occurred though, was a very difficult time understanding poetry. Because poetry works you over, painting pictures and giving new meaning to words I found it confusing and well - boring. And so, I didn't read poetry.

Somehow, that changed. I started to enjoy thinking more deeply. I liked to look at pictures. I learned to love not understanding something the first time I looked at it. And then, for the first time in my life, when I read this poem, I was stirred. So I thought I'd share it with you.

Wind and Window Flower

by Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,

And list to the love of these,

She a window flower,

And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil

Was melted down at noon,

And the caged yellow bird

Hung over her in tune,

He marked her though the pane,

He could not help but mark,

And only passed her by

To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,

Concerned with ice and snow,

Dead weeds and unmated birds,

And little of love could know.

But he signed upon the sill,

He gave the sash a shake,

As witness all within

Who lay that night awake.

Perchange he half prevailed

To win her for the flight

From the firelight looking-glass

And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside

And thought of naught to say,

And morning found the breeze

A hundred miles away.

Have a Laugh with Aesop's Fables

I love what I do for work. One of the tasks I am doing right now includes reading through fantastic Aesop's Fables to pick a good one. I found this fable and thought it was so funny - funny enough to share at least.

 The Bald Man and the Fly

  
A FLY bit the bare head of a Bald Man who, endeavoring to destroy it, gave himself a heavy slap. Escaping, the Fly said mockingly, "You who have wished to revenge, even with death, the Prick of a tiny insect, see what you have done to yourself to add insult to injury?' The Bald Man replied, "I can easily make peace with myself, because I know there was no intention to hurt.  But you, an ill-favored and contemptible insect who delights in sucking human blood, I wish that I could have killed you even if I had incurred a heavier penalty."    
  
Moral: Revenge will hurt the avenger

Perhaps I love the baldness of the man, or the cruel mocking of the fly. Perhaps it is my agreement with the man - offing one fly (who has bitten you!) is worth a heavier penalty don't you think?